Witch Redemption

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Ann Gnath was almost numb. No matter how many monsters he killed around him, they would all be resurrected the next moment, just like the eight witches before him.

Although he wanted to escape, the reality facing him was indeed cruel.

He was being besieged by up to 30,000 humanoid monsters, trapped in this horrific place with no chance of escape.

Moreover, the number of natal magic books that the numerous witches he had devoured could give him had gradually decreased to the bottom.

Even Ann Gnath himself probably didn't expect that he would pay such a huge price to kill these guys, only to have his efforts fail because of one of their priests.

Even more critically, he couldn't ignore the witches' attacks, especially the twin witches and the demon witch. If he were to fully exploit their trump cards, Ann Gnath's fate would be far worse than it is now.

"What do we do? What do we do? What do we do!"

What should I do to escape this damned place?

What can we do to kill these witches?

Ann Gnath was in a real bind. Originally, after he summoned a large number of witch puppets, he could have easily manipulated them to ignore all the attacks around him, kill Karen Elf first, and then defeat them one by one.

No, these witches were clearly prepared. He had just used his trump card and hadn't even had time to give orders when those damned twin witches pulled him into a strange realm.

Even more critically, during the eight minutes he was trapped, all of his witch puppets were wiped out, and the other side suffered little loss. What could Ann Gnath do?

No matter how powerful Ann Grenas is, she can't withstand this kind of targeting. She never expected that these witches would be so despicable.

"This is getting a bit troublesome..."

Good, this is a bit troublesome. Ann Gnath has discovered that he doesn't have many cards left.

He has a four-figure number of natal magic books, yet he still couldn't kill a single witch after using so many.

His eyes were fixed on the elven witch who was still standing in the distance, but unfortunately, trapped in the center of the battlefield, he couldn't even escape, let alone charge forward and kill this damned enemy.

Suddenly, with the appearance of the last ten natal magic books, Ann Gnath's heart sank to the bottom.

No matter how he calculated it, he had already killed these witches thousands of times, and even killed wave after wave of the humanoid monsters around him, but it was all to no avail.

"This is my last chance. Whether I can escape or not depends on..."

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he unleashed his attack, wiping out all the humanoid monsters that had surrounded him. Unexpectedly...

Every moment of death involves an intense, excruciating pain that not everyone can endure.

Only this group of witches, who have transcended life and death and disregarded the future, could do this.

Ignoring all attacks and all the wounds on his body, he risked everything in this life just to kill this one and only enemy.

They will never back down as long as this enemy has not fallen!

Eleven witches, along with countless humanoid monsters around them, blocked all the behemoth's paths. In wave after wave of attacks, they severed all of the creature's tentacles, tore open its body, and let the dark red blood bloom in the air, turning into a torrential downpour of evil.

"what--"

The enormous, octopus-like monster screamed in agony, while all the witches remained indifferent, enduring countless brushes with death and wildly wielding their blades.

Even if they can't kill this guy, they will use their violence to make him feel the ultimate pain in the world.

Once, twice, three times... tens of thousands of times!

I don't care how many times I die, as long as I can kill this guy!

What is the pain of death?

Despite the deadly threat of being cut in half at the waist, the witch Lana frantically swung her unique Libra Cross Greatsword, tearing apart the four tentacles of Ann Gnath's lower body.

Violet, Anne, and Sophia were all shot in the head, but each of them also gained a black tentacle.

The witch Rosa transformed into a phantom of Asura and severed two of Ann Gnath's tentacles, but her lower body was completely shattered the moment she succeeded.

Edith and Trish, working together, managed to sever three of Ann Gnath's tentacles, but their entire body exploded into a bloody mess the next second, scattering across the ground.

The witch Lorina, single-handedly using the "Chains of the Underworld" and "Chain Dance" to destroy all of Ann Gnath's remaining tentacles, was then violently ripped open by his strongest counterattack, leaving only his head lying on the ground in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Ann Gnath roared, knowing he couldn't possibly kill all the witches around him; no matter how fierce he was, it would all be in vain.

"Original Technique: Selfless Slash!"

No one expected that the Scarlet Witch, who had lost her mind, would use this long-preserved killing move at this moment. A large amount of blood erupted around her, and then her entire figure began to turn into a phantom!

This is the strongest indiscriminate attack, and an unsolvable killing move that will even kill itself!

The crimson sword energy soared into the sky at that moment, exploding in all directions and tearing the witch Della and all the witches around her into pieces. But at the same time, it also destroyed all of Ann Gnath's bodies except for his head!

"..."

After a brief silence, all the flesh fragments within the vast area began to writhe, and one or two resurrected witches quickly grabbed their Libra Cross Greatswords and continued their charge.

Pain relentlessly assaulted Ann Gnath's consciousness, and his body was undergoing extremely slow regeneration, but it was clear that this was no match for the speed at which these witches were resurrecting.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

"Della Bertie!"

Ann Gnath was about to faint. This final killing move came with a strange corrosive effect and a powerful curse that transcended cause and effect, which greatly reduced his body's healing ability.

Ann Gnath had a strong feeling that he was going to be defeated here today.

Why is this happening?

I can't understand it!

After the initial shock, the eleven fully recovered witches began to sever all of his regenerating flesh, while the elven witch in the distance, who had exited her skill state, finally began to walk towards him.

Just like twenty-nine years ago, Ann Gnath has fallen once again.

Chapter 67 Dry Crushed

The vast area, scarred by countless fierce battles, has now become a terrifying ruin. In the very center of this ruin, a male head with features of an Easterner from Earth lies on the ground.

This is no ordinary head; it is enormous, with a diameter of about one meter.

And behind this head, countless messy black hairs wriggled like pitch-black tentacles, gripping the ground tightly and trying to escape with the head.

Unfortunately, his wish was destined to be in vain.

Because around him, eleven naked witches surrounded him. Three of them used their Libra Cross Greatswords to pin him to the ground through his forehead and cheeks, while the other eight used their Libra Cross Greatswords to slice away the flesh that was regenerating below his neck every now and then.

Even more despairing is that, in addition to these eleven witches, there is an overwhelming swarm of humanoid monsters that completely block the area.

It can be said that at this moment, no matter what kind of struggle he wanted to make, he would have no chance of escaping.

"..."

Ann Gnath gritted his teeth, unable to utter a single word.

Even now, he still can't believe he's failed. He devoured so many witches and had so many trump cards, yet he's ended up like this.

If he could unleash the unique domain of the Abyss Gods, if he weren't trapped in that damned place, if these bastards in front of him weren't all cheating, Ann Gnath alone could have easily crushed them all, turning them into mincemeat and scattering their bones to ashes.

No if.

That's reality; one wrong step leads to another. If Ann Gnath had chosen to retreat from the beginning, there would still have been a chance.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen, but you can't blame Ann Gnas for his choice. It wasn't that he was arrogant, but that he truly had the ability to crush everyone present. He just hadn't expected these witches to be so cunning.

They broke through his strongest domain, and then, when he played his second trump card, they directly pulled him into a closed realm. At the cost of eight witches dying thousands of times, they forcibly exhausted a large number of his trump cards, ultimately forcing him into the abyss of despair.

Twenty-nine years ago, Ann Gnath was unable to use his trump card, "Witch Puppet," and unfortunately succumbed to Lorina Euphemia's "Chains of the Underworld," resulting in his defeat.

Twenty-nine years later, Ann Gnath successfully used this incredible trump card, but was countered by the other two twin witches, and once again walked down the same old path.

Fortunately, the silver lining is that Ann Gnath had already surpassed the god level of this world and become a truly immortal being.

He could assert that no one in the world could kill him.

Even if it were the ancient creator behind these witches, let alone these witches, they would be absolutely powerless against him.

Ann Gnath knew his own strength, so after his initial panic, he calmed down.

These witches, through some unknown means, entered a state of true immortality, and so did Ann Gnath.

Even with so many witches attacking, they still can't kill him or do anything to him, so what does he have to worry about?

From this moment on, Ann Gnath has plenty of time to keep dragging things out with these witches. As long as he can hold out until midnight tomorrow, when the limit on the number of uses of all of Ann Gnath's innate magic books is restored, that will be the moment for him to launch a counterattack. At that time, he will teach these witches what rules are.

And from that moment on, that damned Karen Elf was the first one to die!

"No, they don't necessarily have to die..."

Ann Gnath had already discerned the strength of these witches; given their power, there was a possibility of cooperation.

Long ago, Ann Gnath's idea was that the witch Karen Elf should be as far away from her as possible, but there was definitely a possibility of turning the other rogue witches against her, and perhaps they could become Ann Gnath's most loyal comrades.

After all, back in the British Empire, Ann Grenas already knew that the true forms of the witch Lorina Euphemia and the witch Lana Sivir were dead fat otaku.

Since they are deadbeats, they are probably like the two dead Abyss Gods, Helen Kingsley and Connie Jo, who are not satisfied with their current identity as women. They may also want to become winners in life, and they can be subdued as long as there are enough benefits.

However, now that we've realized that the witch Kallen Elf is incredibly powerful, we might be able to win her over.

Since these witches can't kill him, Ann Gnath, and he, Ann Gnath, can't do anything to them either, it's better for both sides to take a step back and shake hands to make peace.

After all, this world has a prophesied day; the future is destined to be one of destruction, and those ancient, high and mighty creators are their common enemy.

Ann Gnath has already lost countless Abyss Gods and is almost left with no one. So what he should do is to win over these witches as his fighting force. Maybe he can even win over that dark kingdom that is far away.

Who is not afraid of death?

Since the future is destined to be nothing but despair and death, shouldn't we all face it together?

Thinking of this, Ann Gnath's face, which should have been filled with rage, gradually softened and became exceptionally calm.

And he began to give up struggling, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, and simply watched the slowly approaching elven witch.

He recognized the witch's identity; he would recognize her even if she turned to ashes.

This was a nemesis who had haunted him his entire life, and the thought of having such a man constantly thinking about him made Ann Gnath feel inexplicably disgusted.

But there was nothing he could do; after all, Ann Gnath was a womanizer.

"I think we need to have a proper talk, not fight to the death, don't you think?"

When the silver-haired elven witch approached, Ann Gnath finally spoke, trying to make his tone neither humble nor arrogant, unlike his previous hostile one.

"Can I take that as you begging for mercy?"